My Flowers

•part one•

Use Google translate for the french parts <3
Hey, my name is Danielle Fleurs (though I perfer Danni) Iam thirteen year old girl. I live in a small town in France. It would have been fine, except for the fact that I'm lesbian. Everyone here is homophobic. Well, except for my twin sister Kristen. When me and Kristen were little, our birth mom had died trying to stand up for lgtbq+ people, she was shot. Our dad couldn't stand to look at us because we looked so much like our mother so he left us at the stairs of a foster home. I've never seen him since. I came out as lesbian at age 10, ever since then I've been abused by my foster mother and bullied by everybody at school. Well almost everybody at school, there was this girl named Rae, she never bullied me for being lesbian. Rae and Kristen are always the people who link me to reality, they keep me from doing some stuff I would regret. Anyway let's get on with it.
"YOU STUPID CHILD!" My foster mom Hana yelled at me while she slapped the side of my face leaving a red mark. "ARE YOU REALLY THAT STUPID THAT YOU CANT DO A SIMPLE TASK OF WASHING THE DISHES?" I had accidentally dropped a cup while washing the dishes, which apparently was a big deal. As Hana kicked me in the stomach I fell down. I could hear everybody there but Kristen snickering. Hana pulled me up by the coller and still holding me she slapped me again on the same cheek. She then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the stairs. She started dragging me up, still holding my hair. As I passed, the kids on the stairs spat at me, kicked my stomach, punched my face and even cut my skin with scissors. I didn't cry though, I was used to it. The torture has been going on for two years. Of course child abuse was illegal but when your homosexual like me, the police don't care as much as they would with a normal child. Hana dragged me up the long staircase that seemed to go on forever. We finally reached the top of the stairs.she pulled down the stairs to the attic then grabbed my face and made me look at her. She had curly brown hair that went down to her waist. She had Carmel eyes and mocha colored skin. She wore blue ripped jeans with a plain purple shirt. She had a red rose in her hair and she had freckled plastered all over her face. "You are you stay up in here untill you learn your manners you enfant démon. She basically just called me a demon child. She pushed me up the stairs and once I was in the attic completely she closed the stairs, I could hear her lock it. I plopped down on my bed, well, a metal platform with a sheet and stared out the window. Despite such a cruel home and disasters, it's the little things in life that make me happy. I have Kristen, Rae and I even think that my mom is always with me no matter what. When I'm sad I just look out the attic window and stare at the beautiful senery, it was night, which was the prettiest time. Stars plastered all over the night sky, sky scrapers and cars helping the moon give out light so that you can see the tiny outlines of houses, buildings and stores. I was admiring and thinking for aittle while untill I heard the lock come undone and the stairs being pulled down. I looked over and it was Kristen.
"Hey Dan, how's it going?" She asked.
"Ya know the same, couple cuts, stomach hurt and bunch of bruises and scrapes." I replied. Everytime Hana beats me Kristen comes up a little while later with a first aid kit. Technically if she was cought helping me, she'd receive a beating too, but I'm grateful she would risk it for me.
"Ok, stay still this may sting a little." She warned me. She pressed hydrogen peroxide on one of my cuts.
"Ow, Fils de pute "
"Hey now Dan watch your language. I know it hurts but you'll get in more trouble if someone catches you saying that."
"Your right, je suis désolé ma soeur." I said.
"C'est bon" she said. Kristen finished cleaning off all my wounds, they were still bleeding a little bit but to much so she put a bandage on all of my cuts.
Then the dinner bell rang.
"I gotta go now" she started to say.
"Au revoir soeur, je t'aime." Kristen said before she left.
"Au revoir, je t'aime aussi" I said back. Then she left. I listened to the sound of Kristen's footsteps echoing down the long hallway, then down that stair case and finally getting so quiet that I couldn't hear her anymore. I locked the attic door again but from the inside just so that nobody could get in while I was sleeping. I changed from my old and beaten down rags into a old sweatshirt and sweatpants with holes, rips and stains in them. I laid down in my 'bed' and closed my eyes, thinking of the old french lullaby that my mom used to sing to me. Only me, it was my song.
" Je t'aime. même quand je serai parti, tu devrais savoir que je ne te quitterai jamais. je t'aime."
It was short, but my mom made it for me, and I grew to believe her words. I then fell asleep, with my mom's song ringing in my ears and the sound of cars driving by outside my window
Word count: 970
Sorry for the short chapter